satoru’s no good at this boyfriend stuff. not at all.

he’s clumsy, awkward, and can’t even hold eye contact with you for more than two seconds. he has to force himself to swallow whenever your hand brushes against his. his lungs stop functioning when you stare at him for a bit too long. not to mention, he’ll completely forget his sentence when you idly play with your hair.

but that doesn’t mean he isn’t in love with you. he resists to drop to his knees whenever you laugh. he stutters the moment you smile. he remembers every single detail of the stories you tell him. he’ll make sure your hand is secure in his.

you’re way out of his league and probably more experienced in relationships than him. you’re his first girlfriend. in high school, all he cared about was his grades. now in college, all he cares about is his grades and you. so he wants to be a good—the best boyfriend you’ll ever have. he has to start leading because he knows you always initiate things first.

he has to be a man—that’s your favorite flower.

satoru stops outside a flower shop when he notices the full, flourishing blooms in bunches. the scent is subtle but it’s like the petals were honeyed, velvety and vibrant. you mentioned those being your favorite flowers once.

…

a knock on your dorm door forces you to get up on your feet and answer.

seeing your face made his heart swell. “hey, my love,” satoru shifts his feet as he looks down at you. “y… uh…” is he a dork for getting you these? what if you think he’s creepy for remembering? “uhm…” satoru can feel his ears burning red. “y-you said… that these are your favorite, so…” satoru pulls the nicely wrapped bouquet of flowers behind his back, offering a sheepish smile.

“i got them for you. just because.”